MARTHA POV
I was mad.
No—scratch that.
I was furious.
Actually no, let’s be honest—I was straight-up pissed, the kind of pissed that sits in your chest and refuses to go away no matter how many deep breaths you take, the kind that makes your fingers twitch like you need to either punch something or throw your phone across the room. My teeth were perpetually clenched and I'm pretty sure I could crack a nut in two with my bare hands.
I had spent the entire damn day waiting for a call.
One call.
From Caelin.
A call to tell me how the hell Aria was.
What the hell they were doing.
Why the hell her kids were acting like someone had unplugged their personalities and replaced them with silence and shadows.
What the hell this place was too, because, let's be honest. This mansion was weir
